As the church struggles to figure out what to do with young males, sometimes it's helpful to plumb the depths of the male psyche in an effort to understand just what the heck is going on in there, because it's seldom apparent. I believe that a substantial chunk of the male existence is dedicated to recreating the happiest moment in all of boyhood:

The orange jumpsuit didn't fit me anyway - they didn't come in 2XL.

I call this "the Memorial Day Feeling," and it was one of the best feelings in the world - no responsibilities for a full three months, which, in elementary-school-kid terms, is approximately 485 years. Male humans spend an extraordinary amount of time doing whatever they can to recreate that feeling on a permanent basis. This sometimes confuses female humans, who imagine that males work largely because of ambition or pride.

Yeah, yeah, sure thing. Just let me get to a save point.

This is because the female sometimes imagines that the male is in many respects like her, and sees the world like this:

How about Sim babies and Sim houses? Do those count? I can do those.

She imagines her job is to give the male a little push through the obstacle to help them both reach their shared ultimate goal. However, the male actually sees the world like this:

Why can't societies expectations ever involve Madden NFL?

In the past, males HAD to reach for the stars because that's the only way they could afford the "Memorial Day Feeling." Now that technology has improved and society has become obscenely affluent, males can achieve that feeling in the here and now with little to no effort.

So how do we go about fixing the problem? Well, I'm sure the Holy Spirit will have to be involved somehow, because I can't see much of anything else (short of an EMP shockwave taking out all the electronics in the US) solving this problem. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go play Halo until my burrito is warmed up.